How different are the doors and walkways when itґs dark outsideThe sounds and memories appear to twist and turn the mindThe rainy days have gone on far too long to be recalledI crossed a lineAnd now itґs timeFor another night

Looking for meBehind the windowpaneThe phantom faceWords seem to be in vainLooking for meArriving as the darkThe shadowyDream-thing who bears a scarred mark

How different are the minds and mind-plays when itґs dark insideI get the strongest boards to block all of my windows tightThe walls around me rise as ramparts, make me safe and soundAnd still Iґm farFurther from homeThan ever before